William Drummond Of Hawthorn Den
THE QUALITY OF A KISS
The kiss with so much strife
Which I late got, sweet heart,
Was it a sign of death, or was it life?
Of life it could not be,
For I by it did sigh my soul in thee;
Nor was it death, death doth no joy impart.
Thou silent stand'st, ah ! what thou didst bequeath
To me a dying life was, living death.
THE QUALITY OF A KISS
The kiss with so much strife
Which I late got, sweet heart,
Was it a sign of death, or was it life?
Of life it could not be,
For I by it did sigh my soul in thee;
Nor was it death, death doth no joy impart.
Thou silent stand'st, ah ! what thou didst bequeath
To me a dying life was, living death.
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